27 Jul

first try

First try…

Can’t say what’s this struggle
Can’t fight, Can’t sigh
I’m struggling with all these shouts inside, “stay a while”

I’m just a
Just a
Just a first try

* with sincere apologies to Tracy Chapman.

09 Jun

june sunday…

Never knew it was empty, till the warmth of the feeling of it filling started to tickle.


“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for? ” said Robert Browning. One June Sunday out there is more than an invitation to let one know what would it feel like. To wake the soul up to the magic, that nature can weave into the hearts its mortal admirers. Saying “Here you are! Have you forgotten to dream? You would never know whats perfect, but here it is. Every time you feel it, you would know where to look for it, where you would a get a glimpse of the absolute, which you dream to achieve, dream to believe, dream to be one with.”


Perhaps the Sunday was the one, the perfect. In ways …many.

On the ride back everyone on road must have heard someone singing No ceiling and Happy 🙂

28 Jan


know the mortal i am
like words am here

let me not utter a word,
let me live the moment

this whisper inside,
i do wish you hear
this silence

for words seem to be
the bridge between us
each brick cries

21 Jan

of three songs

* Sad eyes never lie – Bruce Springsteen
* Tum itna jo musku ra rahe ho, kya gum hai jis’ko chhupa rahe ho – Gazhal sung by Jagjit Singh
* hudugalaarada dukha hudugirisi nageyalli, nasunaguta bande idiru – poem by Bendre and sung by Puttur Narsimha Naik

Somehow they seem to be reflecting on the similar human nature! Or is it the other way?
Perhaps tis high time I wore another shoe and started seeing things in a different light!

28 Nov


think I did it again… my own e’s gonna get me now, neither will learn to put some words together in harmony nor will learn to ask twice!

Its also true that to be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. And its earned.

11 Nov

bike rides and festivals

First thing I want to do is just don’t go out. Hmmm.. that does not work well all the time, esp when all you have in your head is to “Get Out”. So I take the bike out, calculating all the possible long shortcuts I can take and the things I need to take care on the road. Suddenly hear a blast and I have start thinking of my plan allover again.

Start and head out. The road almost looks like paved with colourful decoration from all the hyperactivities by the kids and kids alike. Slowly head out in a defensive mode feeling like a army jawan on a battlefield expecting a rocket from all possible directions. Somehow these rockets and their launchers seem to know approaching target for their missiles and mines. They never seem to miss the opportunity. I take turns, u-turns and bends on a straight road and see myself somewhat heading away.

heh! high hopes! The feeling of whole world is beneath your feet is short lived. Suddenly there is a blast someplace very close to the tires of my bike, which makes me jump. Bike would have thrown me off if it could. (would have refused to come with me in the first place) Thanks to some hyper active festive power, my position now is almost of some Chinese martial art pro elaborating some “crouching tiger” style. That too on a bike!! Anyone who would have seen me from a distance would have told me that I am riding my bike with legs!!

At the same time its time for a refresher course also. It makes wonder from where all those swear words come from?! Where were they all these days! Wo! Never knew my vocabulary was that big! (if you excuse the choice if French). 🙂

Thank goodness I am not walking atleast. Or else would either jumped up some tree or someone would have had a chance to refer to the French dictionary! Hmmm … all the same the mindless crackers, mess on the road… continues. Let me take a left here probably they are done with their missile now. Know for sure its going to be a bumpy, jumpy ride.